A Letter to the Person Who Shattered Me, and the Lessons I Learned from the Pain This letter is something deeply personal, written to a person who played a major role in my life, someone who broke me in ways I never expected. But sometimes, the greatest growth comes from the greatest pain. In writing…
When I was four years old, I almost died of starvation in former Yugoslavia. I remember what it feels like. And I don’t mean that as an idea, but as a physical, very real truth. Hunger wasn’t just a word for me. It was pain and suffering, waiting and not knowing if I’d survive, and…
War followed me into every chapter of my life – from Sarajevo to the suburbs of Chicago From the beginning of my journey, I always wondered why I had decided to embark on such a tumultuous path. I wondered what the purpose was – if there even was a purpose. What I have discovered is…
